Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Monks,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Fear,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.